Chapter 102 (2/2)

In the end, he simply accepted the reality. He turned around and hummed, “What you said to Zheng-ge just now. . .That was pretty good. . .” His voice slowly lowered and eventually became as low as a mosquito’s buzz.

With a voice so faint mixed with the wind, it was almost inaudible. However, the person standing before Qi Mu was Min Chen. The young man’s voice reached his ears, softening his indifferent face.

Min Chen hummed as a reply: “I don’t only speak well. Later. . . I will also do so well.”

Qi Mu’s heart warmed, and he immediately realized the difference between them——

The man’s face was definitely thicker than the Great Wall!

A muffled squeak came from his throat, and Qi Mu suddenly remembered, “How did you know I would exit from that door today? I went to the Semperoper in advance and searched for ages for that door. How did you get there faster than I did?”

Min Chen smiled slightly, “How many times have you been to Semperoper?”

Qi Mu replied honestly, “Today is. . . the second time. The orchestra held the rehearsal at Semperoper yesterday, so that was the first.” After a pause, Qi Mu added, “As I told you in Hong Kong last year, I rarely listen to opera.”

Min Chen nodded slightly and spread his hands helplessly. “Since that is the case. . . Then why do you think you know the Semperoper better than I do?”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

“After the opera ended, I waited at the front entrance for two minutes. Then I suddenly realized. . . How could someone so hellbent on avoiding me for half a month suddenly be okay with seeing me? So I waited for another three minutes until Farrell came out.”

Under the European street lamp, the blurry yellow light shone down on the two, creating ambiguously entangled shadows. Qi Mu raised his head, an ominous foreboding emerging in his heart, “. . . So, you ran into Mr. Farrell?”

Min Chen nodded, “Well, before I could go over to him and speak, he asked me in surprise—— ‘You’re still waiting for Angel, Auston? Oh, you need to have a good talk with him, but you can’t abduct my Little Angel tonight, or you will have to answer to Audrey!’”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

“And so, since Farrell said you would talk to me tonight, despite me getting hung up on again this afternoon, I realized that. . .You were probably going to hide again.”

Qi Mu was somewhat unconvinced by this, “But that side door wasn’t the only exit. Why were you waiting for me there? I might have gone through the backdoor after all.”

Min Chen casually raised his eyebrows. “Would you go through the back door?”

“. . .No.” Because it wasn’t hidden enough.

Amusement flashed through Min Chen’s eyes at the younger man’s withered appearance, but he maintained a calm and collected expression. He nodded gently, his voice mellow as a cello, “So I went to the more hidden door and waited for another three minutes. . . And there you were.”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

Qi Mu finally understood the meaning of “to make a fool of oneself” today.

It was a bit late after all, and Qi Mu was worried Farrell would fret if he went back any later. So after they exchanged a few more words, he decided to hurry upstairs to not worry Farrell and Audrey.

But just as he was about to turn and leave, when he had only taken a single step, he was dragged back by the hand in the man’s tight grasp.

Qi Mu turned around, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the suddenly stubborn guy. “Well, it’s almost 12. I’m sure Mrs. Audrey will worry if I don’t return now, Min Chen.”

Min Chen’s grip gradually loosened, but just as Qi Mu thought the man was going to let him go, he was suddenly pulled forward without warning and collided with the man’s chest.

Qi Mu’s eyes flew wide, but before he could say anything, a low, magnetic voice echoed in his ear, “Don’t move. There are bugs.”

Qi Mu automatically froze then he remembered: “Wait a minute, are you not afraid of bugs. . .”

His voice stopped abruptly when he felt a warm touch to his forehead. Qi Mu froze on the spot. When he realized what it was, he looked up, and his eyes met a distant, hidden, and deep gaze.

Min Chen stared at the person in front of him for a long while in silence. “Well, I was mistaken.”

Qi Mu: “. . .”

When Qi Mu went upstairs with his violin case, he didn’t know the handsome, indifferent-looking man stood under the streetlamp and watched his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

After a while, the man raised his hand and touched his lips as if he could still feel the wonderful sensation♪ even now.

. . .Well, it wouldn’t be on the forehead next time.